[friend? Go not away.-What have you there, my Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beYour lordship to accept. [seech Tim. Painting is welcome. And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Pain. The gods preserve you! Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen: Give me We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel Jew. What, my lord? dispraise? Jew. My lord, 'tis rated [know, As those, which sell, would give: But you well Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the com- Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid? Enter APEMANTUS. Jew. We will bear, with your lordship. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apeman tus! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; [honest. When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. Apem. Are they not Athenians? Tim. Yes. Apem. Then I repent not. Jew. You know me, Apemantus. Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy labour. Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing," which will not cost a man a doit. Tim, What dost thou think 'tis worth? Apem. Not worth my thinking.-How now, poet? Poet. How now, philosopher? Poet. Art not one? Apem. Yes. Poet. Then I lie not. not! Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT. Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Apem. Thou know'st I'do; I call'd thee by Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going? Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? Apem The best, for the innocence. Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be. + To unclew a man is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes. Show me this piece.-I am joyful of your sights. Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Most welcome, Sir! Apem. So, so; there! [They salute. Aches contract and starve your supple joints!- sweet knaves, [out And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I [feed Alluding to the proverb: plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars. + Man is degenerated; his strain or lineage is worn down to a monkey. Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? Apem. Time to be honest. I Lord. That time serves still. Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. 2 Lord. Why, Apemantus? Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for But yond' man's ever angry. I mean to give thee none. 1 Lord. Hang thyself. Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; make thy requests to thy friend. 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence. ass. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the [Exit. 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays 1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, That ever govern'd man. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in? 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-A Room of State in TIMON'S House. Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the gods remember My father's age, and call him to long peace. 1 deriv'd liberty. Tim. O, by no means, Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love; If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair. Ven. A noble spirit. [They all stand ceremoniously looking on Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony * Meed here means desert. I. e. All the customary returns made in discharge of obligations. Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, T Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should [ber Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a num Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood; and all the madness is, He cheers them up too.t I wonder, men dare trust themselves with men: The breath of him in a divided draught, meals; Lest they should spy my windpipe's danger. ous notes; Great men should 'drink with harness on their Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; Anger is a short madness. + The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill, and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they are feeding, cheers them to the chase. ↑ Armour. With sincerity. Foolish Or a keeper with my freedom; Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Rich men sin, and I eat root. [Eats and drinks. Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best friend at such a feast. Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and bid me to 'em. 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves for ever perfect.* Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you: How had you been my friends else? why have you that charitablet title from thousands, did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself, than you can with modesty speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them: and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks to forget their faults, I drink to you. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up. Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: The ear, Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind admittance: Music, make their welcome. [Exit CUPID. Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are belov'd. Music.--Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of LADIES as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing. Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! They dance! they are mad women. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. The LORDS rise from table, with much adoring of TIMON; and, to show their loves, each singles out an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease. Tim. You have done our pleasures much Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, fair ladies, grace, Which was not half so beautiful and kind; You have added worth unto't, and lively lus tre, And entertain'd me with mine own device; 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I | Methinks, I could deal • kingdoms to my must Entreat you, honour me so much, as to Advance this jewel; Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. friends, And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades, 1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands then All. So are we all. Enter a SERVANT. Lie in a pitch'd field. Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,— Tim. And so Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of Am I to you. the senate 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be reNot without fair reward. [ceiv'd, Flav. [Aside.] What will this come to? Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, Happier is he that has no friend to feed, [Exit. Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits : Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it. 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty! Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on it is yours, because you lik'd it. 2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man Can justly praise, but what he does affect: All Lords. None so welcome. Tim. I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; [hast [mon! 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,Tim. All to you.t-Lights, more lights. 1 Lord. The best of happiness, Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord T1⁄2Tim. Ready for his friends. [Exeunt ALCIBIADES, LORDS, & Apem, What a coil's here! Serving of becks,‡ and jutting out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sam That are given for 'em. Friendship's full & dregs: [lees Methinks, false hearts should never have sound Thus honest fools lay out their wealth an court'sies. If I should be brib'd too, there would be note To rail upon thee: and then thou would'st sin the faster, Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Wilt give away thyself in papers shortly: What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories? Tim. Nay, An you begin to rail on society once, Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then, I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! ACT II. [Exit. Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. Enter CAPHIS. Caph. Here, Sir; What is your pleasure? I. e. Could dispense them on every side with an ungrudging distribution, like that with which I could deal out cards. +I. e. All happiness to you. t Offering salutations. 1. e. Be ruined by his securities entered into. By his heaven he means good advice; the only thing by which he could be saved, ger: Immediate are my needs; and my relief Sen. I go, Sir?-take the bonds along with Sen. Go. [you, [Exeunt. Enter CAPHIS, and the SERVANTS of Isidore and VARRO. Caph. Good even,+ Varro: What, You come for money? Vur. Serv. Is't not your business too? Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd! Caph. Here comes the lord. Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and LORDS, &c. Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,t My Alcibiades.-With me? What's your will? Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off To the succession of new days this month: Tim. Mine honest friend, I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning. Tim. Contain thyself, good friend. And past, Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord; And I am sent expressly to your lordship. I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on; With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts, Against my honour? Flav. Please you, gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business: Tim. Do so, my friends: [Exit TIMON. [Exit FLAVIUS. Enter APEMANTUS and a FOOL. Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em. Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us. Isid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog! Var. Serv. How dost, fool? Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow? Vur. Serv. I speak not to thee. Apem. No; 'tís to thyself,-Come away. [To the FOOL. Isid. Serv. [To VAR. SERV.] There's the fool hangs on your back already. Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art not on him yet. Caph. Where's the fool now? Apem. He last asked the question.-Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! All Serv. What are we, Apemantus? All Serv. Why? Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves.-Speak to 'em, fool. Fool. How do you, gentlemen? All Serv. Gramercies, good fool: How does your mistress? Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. 'Would, we could see you at Corinth. Apem. Good! gramercy. Enter PAGE. Fool. Look you, here comes my mistress' page. Page. [To the FOOL.] Why, how now, captain? what do you in this wise company?— How dost thou, Apemantus? Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably. Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which. Apem. Canst not read? Apem. There will little learning die then, that day thou art hanged. This is to lord |